Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

by Irons, Aubrey

  She yanks her arm out of my grasp, slips into the cab, and it roars away, leaving me standing there like an asshole.

  Like hell we’re doing this again.

  I storm down the block to my Escalade, slamming the door shut behind me as I gun the engine and roar away from the curb.

  Girls have never walked away from me - not ever. And I’ll grant that Hailey’s not “other girls”, but she’s proved that half a dozen times now. Six times she’s turned her back and left me hanging with my dick in my hand while she sauntered away.

  And I’ll be damned if I let it happen a seventh.

  32

  Hailey

  I’m barely out of the cab in front of Heather’s house when Dalton’s Escalade screeches to a halt at the foot of the driveway.

  “Hailey!”

  I ignore him, slamming the cab door shut and stomping my way up the driveway in my high heels towards the back door.

  “Goddamnit, Hailey!”

  “Leave me alone, Dalton!”

  I’m fishing for my keys as I get to the back door, but then I’m gasping as he whirls me around, pulling me against him right there in the driveway.

  “You know what, I lied before, we are done here,” I glare at him. “Let go of me, Dalton, I’m going insid-.”

  “You’re half right.”

  I scowl at him. “What?”

  “What you said before, about you ‘not being one of my girls’.” His face is fierce as he pulls me close, his scent invading my senses, his eyes piercing right into mine. “You’re half fucking right.”

  “Whatever, Dalton. I’m over it,” I hiss, turning for the door. “And we are not having this conversation in the fucking driveway.”

  “Fine.”

  I shriek as his arms go around me, lifting me up off the ground and over his shoulder. “Stop that!” I hiss, my fists pounding down across his back. I gasp at the feel of the night air against my bare ass with my skirt hiked up practically around my waist. “Get your damn hands off me, you caveman!”

  He says nothing as he marches towards the garage with me slung over his shoulder.

  “Damnit, you prick, let me go!” I bring my hand down as hard as I can on his back, hearing him grunt at the impact. He says nothing as he kicks open the side door to the garage.

  I bring my fist down again, and this time I feel him tense. “That’s it.”

  I don’t even have time to think about what he means before I feel his open palm comes down across my bare ass, and I shriek as the sting of his hand tingles across my skin.

  Oh my fucking God, did Dalton just SPANK me?

  “Did you just spank me?!”

  He chuckles as he kicks the door shut behind him. “Yup. And I’ll do it again if you don’t quit it.”

  I squirm against him, biting my lip to stifle the moan as the movement has the pearls on my panties rolling over my lips. I almost didn’t wear them out earlier, when I first tried them on, once I realized what those damn pearls were for.

  Almost.

  But God did they make me feel sexy. I’d never worn anything remotely close to something like that, and the sensual feeling of doing something “naughty” by wearing them was too much to resist.

  Except, wearing them was clearly a mistake, since they’ve been maddeningly teasing me since I left the house. The little bumps of the pearls rolling over my clit have had me soaking wet all damn night.

  And Dalton damn well knows it.

  I gasp as his hand comes down again, across the other cheek this time, and my face flushes as the electric shivers tingle through my body. I can feel how damn wet I am as the strand of little beads bumps agonizingly over my clit, and I briefly wonder if he can tell how turned on I am.

  Of course he can.

  Dalton slings me off his shoulder onto my feet, pressing me against a work table in the garage with his hands on either side of me. I go to shove him away, but his hands grab my wrists and shove them back behind me as he presses his body against mine.

  We’re eye-to-eye, burning into the other’s gaze, our breaths panting as I match his fierce look with my own.

  “And just what the hell do you mean about being ‘half right’, huh?” I spit out, feeling the electric tingle of his hands on my wrists, the palpable heat roaring between us.

  “What the hell is that even suppose to-”

  “You’re sure as shit not just one of my girls, Hailey,” he growls, the hollows of his cheeks darkening as his jaw clenches.

  “You’re the only one.”

  My breath catches in my throat as the room goes utterly silent.

  “You’re the only fucking one I can think about, the only damn one I want,” he growls, his face an inch from mine.

  “You- you said half right,” I whisper out.

  His jaw tightens again as his eyes pierce right into me. “You’re right about not being ‘just another girl’, but your damn wrong about one thing.”

  I almost can’t even open my mouth to ask it, but I do, the words barely grazing my lips. “What’s that?”

  “You are gonna be mine, darlin,” he breathes right against my lips. “And you’re going to be mine right here, right now.”

  Oh, God…

  And suddenly he’s kissing me, and everything else just blows away.

  I moan as his lips crush into mine, and I just sink into him. His hands slide into my hair and cup my jaw, and he growls as he claims my mouth, kissing me hard.

  I gasp when he breaks the kiss, his lips moving down across my cheek to my neck - nipping at the skin there, making me shiver. He moves his body hard against me, and I whimper as I feel his thick cock pressing hotly against my leg. His hand slides to my breast, cupping it as his thumb brushes electricity across my nipple through the dress.

  “Didn’t wear the bra?” His words rumble into my ear, making me gasp.

  “Mm-mm,” I shake my head slowly. “It- it didn’t go with the top.”

  “Dirty girl.”

  Suddenly I moan as I feel his hand sliding over my hip and pulling at the slinky material of my skirt.

  “Dalton-”

  But I lose my words as I feel his hand delve down between my legs and under my skirt, his fingers sliding across the soaking wet lace of my panties and the slippery pearls still rubbing against my pussy. I whimper as he pulls at the strand, rubbing it back and forth and back and forth across my aching clit and making me arch my hips towards him.

  “Christ you’re wet,” he growls into my ear.

  “It’s your fault,” I husk, biting my lip as the pearls rub across my clit.

  “I know,” he says with a low chuckle in my ear.

  I roll my eyes and bite my lip as the heat pools between my legs. “I meant for buying me these infuriating panties.”

  Dalton chuckles again as his teeth graze my earlobe. “Oh, it’s the panties is it?”

  “Mm-hmm,” I moan, feeling my breath catch in my throat as I drop my head back.

  “So it’s got nothing to do with me.”

  “Nope, nothing at all,” I manage to croak out. “Purely technical reasons with these stupid pearls.”

  “Oh, these pearls?” He pulls on the string of them, sawing the nubs of the beads one by one over my clit as the strand pulls between my lips. I cry out, my fingers digging into his biceps as I feel the electric shock go firing through my body.

  “Shit, Dalton…” I whimper out, panting as he lets the pearls rub over and over my clit.

  “You sure it’s got nothing to do with knowing how much I want to taste you?” he growls into my ear, making my head spin as he starts to rock his hips against me in time with the tugging of the pearls.

  “Or,” he sucks my earlobe between his lips sending a direct signal right to my center. “Or are you sure you’re not dripping wet for me because you know how fucking hard my cock is for you right now?”

  He grinds his hips against me for impact, and I moan as I feel the full thick length of him right against my thig
h.

  Fuck, I want him.

  We’re exactly where both of us know we shouldn’t be, and yet there’s no putting this genie back in the bottle. Letting things get to this point is a terrible idea with Dalton, with us being who we are, and our parents, and the fact that in a few months, I’m gone.

  In a few months, I’ll be in New York and on with my life, and Dalton will be winning football games and sleeping his way through half the sororities in North America.

  In a few months, my dad will marry his mom, and then nothing like this can happen again.

  Except here, in the present, his lips move back to mine, and then he’s kissing me again as the whole world spins beneath my feet.

  And I’m done worrying about what comes next. I’m done worrying about the outcomes or the consequences, because really, they don’t matter. There’s a quick pang of guilt there in just thinking that, but it’s the truth. And as he kisses me harder and more powerfully than I’ve ever been kissed before, I let the doubts and the what-ifs fall to the side.

  Because even if it’s just one time, I’ll have that. And then maybe all this will be out of both our systems.

  “Take your panties off.”

  I arch a brow at him. “I’ve got news for you, Mister Cole, I’m not one of your-”

  “Skanks?” He grins wolfishly at me. “Believe me, I know.”

  “So you can’t just tell me what to- Dalton!”

  I gasp as he suddenly spins me around and bends me over the work bench, his hands pushing my skirt up to my hips as his fingers hook into the sides of my soaked panties. He slides them down my legs, letting them drop to tangle around my ankles as he slides his hands up the backs of my thighs, making me shiver.

  His fingers slide over the slick lips of my pussy as he pulls me up flush against him with the other hand. And I’m clawing at the work-table as I feel his fingers delve between my folds, gliding over my throbbing clit and making me cry out as I shudder against him.

  He reaches between us, tearing at his belt, when I suddenly start to turn. “Wait, Dalton-” I turn my head, biting my lip as I feel his fingers rub across my clit again. “Wait, it’s- it’s dirty here.”

  The last of my second thoughts - the very last shred of me hanging onto swearing I would never let this happen.

  But then his lips brush against my ear. “I can promise you, darlin,” he growls, sinking two of his fingers deep in my pussy and letting his thumb brush lightly across my clit.

  “This is going to be dirty wherever we do it.”

  Oh, fuck…

  His pants drop to the floor, and I gasp as I feel the thick, hot pulse of his cock against my ass.

  This has to happen - this needs to happen. Maybe this childish back and forth we keep doing between us is a result of just needing to do this. And after all, we’re young, and free, and in college, and crazy stuff like this is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing, right?”

  And God do I want it now, but maybe after this, we can just be normal.

  “Do it, please,” I moan, pushing my ass back into him as he strokes his fingers in and out of me. “Just do it!”

  He chuckles in my ear, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. I’m not going to ‘just do it’.” His teeth graze my ear as he nudges the head of his enormous cock between my legs, letting the head graze across my lips as he withdraws his fingers and lets them dance across my clit.

  “I’m going to have you begging for this cock, darlin.”

  I moan, shaking my head, “Dream on.”

  He chuckles again, rubbing the bare head of his cock maddeningly against my opening. “Like you’re not dying to get this inside of you.”

  “Oh my God, quit teasing me and fuck me, please” I whimper out, feeling my breath heaving in my lungs.

  God I want him to fuck me. I want him in that moment more than I’ve wanted anything, actually. I can feel his length grazing against my lips, so hot, so throbbing, so ready to plunge inside of me. Ready to have me and soothe the aching burn blazing through my body for him.

  “Uh-uh,” he growls into my ear. He pulls at the zipper of my skirt until it falls over my hips to the floor. His hands slide up into my tank top, inching it up my body and over my breasts, and I raise my arms as he pulls it from me entirely. He whips his own shirt off, and then we’re skin to skin, my back molded against his chiseled torso with his thick cock rubbing across my slit.

  His hands slide up my body to cup my breasts, his fingers teasing over my nipples before he moves one hand to my face, capturing my jaw in his hands. He pulls my face towards him, and suddenly I’m looking back and up into his fiery eyes.

  “If you think I’ve waited this fucking long not to bury my tongue in that pussy first, you are seriously mistaken.”

  33

  Dalton

  Hailey shivers as I push her down across the work table and let my lips trail across her shoulder blades. I’m not normally a teaser, but I’ve been consumed with the thought of tasting her. And I want to have her dripping for me by the time I bring my lips to that pussy. I want her on the verge of coming even before I touch her there. I want her moaning, and begging, and desperate for my tongue even before I taste her.

  The plan seems to be working pretty fucking well.

  She moans and arches her back as I trail my lips and my tongue down her spine, my hands skimming along her ribcage and down to her hips as my mouth finds the small of her back. Fuck, she tastes like vanilla and the slight sheen of salty sweat as my tongue drags across her smooth skin.

  I groan as my hand slides down to her ass, my cock actually getting even fucking harder as I palm those sweet cheeks and knead them in my hands.

  I’ve literally dreamed of this sight. I’ve spent far too much time imagining bending Hailey over and feasting my eyes on her perfect, curvy, tight ass - and here it is right in front of me.

  I growl and spread her wide for me, my jaw tightening as my eyes lock onto her soft, flushed pink pussy. Jesus she’s fucking soaked, and I can see the sheen of her desire glistening on her lips.

  She’s goddamn perfect - a goddess standing there with only her heels on, her panties still tangled around her ankles. I lean in, letting my breath blow across her slit and loving the way she shivers and the way she pushes her ass back - like she’s desperate for me to touch her. She whimpers words that sound an awful lot like “please” as she arches her back.

  Yeah - this is exactly how I wanted her.

  Hailey cries out when my tongue finally touches her, gasping as I drag my mouth slowly across her slit. Her lips spread like petals for me as I hungrily push my tongue through them, growling at her sweet honey that I’ve waited way too long to taste.

  I grab her ass and bury my tongue inside her.

  Fuck.

  I groan as her honey coats my tongue. She tastes fucking better than I even imagined she would, like fucking candy on my tongue. I push it deep, loving the way she moans for me. I spread her wide and start to rock her back and forth, like I’m fucking her slowly with my tongue. She’s gasping, her knees buckling as her juices drip down my chin, and I’m literally harder than I’ve ever been just at the taste of her.

  I lean forward and flick my tongue across her clit, and that’s when she really starts to get vocal - moaning my name and whimpering “please, please please” over and over again.

  I’m pretty sure I could listen to the sound of this girl’s moans all damn day and be a very happy man.

  I’m still rocking her back and forth against my face as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently, tonguing her as I feel her body start to buck harder against me. I slide a finger inside of her and curl it down, stroking it against that little spot just inside as she starts to go absolutely wild for me.

  She’s reaching back and clawing at my hair, her fingers pulling on me as she pushes her ass back, like she can’t get enough of my tongue. And I’m hard as a fucking diamond when I hear the words I’ve waited so fu
cking long to hear.

  “Wait, Dalton, I’m- I’m going to-” A cry rips from her lips. “I’m going to come!”

  My tongue is merciless on her clit as I stroke my finger faster and faster, my cock throbbing and the blood roaring in my ears.

  I want to taste her when she comes, and drink every last fucking drop.

  When she comes, her whole body tenses before it shatters beneath me. She’s moaning loudly - far louder than she really should, but I could hardly give a fuck in that moment - as her orgasm tears through her. Her legs shake and her body quivers, and then her sweet cream drips across my tongue as she comes again and again for me. She tastes like Goddamn heaven and honey and everything I’ve wanted.

  I stand and groan as I feel my cock slide up to nestle between her legs, pressing against her dripping wet pussy. The idea of fucking Hailey from behind with my hands on that perfect ass is appealing, but I’ve waited too damn long to not see the look on her face when I slide all the way inside.

  I turn her around and grab her by the ass, pulling her up as her legs wrap their way around my waist. She kisses me hungrily, heedless or maybe even into the taste of herself on my lips. She’s moaning into my mouth as I carry her across the garage to the old leather easy chair in the corner. I sit back in it, pulling her onto my lap, grunting as my cock head slides against that hot little pussy.

  “Holy crap are you big…” She gasps, her hands reaching between us as she wraps her fingers around me.

  I growl as I grab her by the hair and bring her down to my mouth again. I kiss her hard as I start to grind my cock against her, sliding my shaft through her hands and against her clit again and again - teasing her without actually sliding inside of her.

  She pulls away, her eyes wild and lips red and puffy from my kiss. “Do you-”

  “In my pants.”

  She bites her lip as she slides off of me, turning and slowly sauntering across the room to where my jeans are crumpled in a heap. I groan watching her ass as she walks across the room, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking it as I watch her bend over to reach into my pants pocket. She turns back and winks at me in this way that has my cock throbbing in my hand before she turns and stalks back to where I sit.